Happy Tuesday, dear reading friends! Today’s theme from That Artsy Reader Girl for Top Ten Tuesday is ‘books i can’t believe i read’. Now, I could immediately think of a few that belonged on this list – those books that had me hitting my head against a wall (or wanting to). Some of them made it into today’s post; others are between me and my sore head so as to prevent hurt feelings if those authors should happen to stumble onto the blog. (In case you’re an author and now wondering if one of those was your book… the fact that I do talk about your books is a safe bet that you’ve escaped this list altogether ♥)
Call him Ishmael & call me BORED. I had to read Moby Dick for high school English and was tempted more than once to abandon ship. But I stuck it out… and I still regret it.
I fell asleep somewhere in the middle of this dry mess of a 600-page ‘epic’ novel and woke up with it on my face. In case this has never happened to you, a 600-page paperback is heavy, y’all.
¡Si, si! I did in fact read this Shakespearan-esque play in Spanish. As well as several others, including El alcalde de zalamea. One of my less brilliant ideas in college was to take ‘Spanish Drama’ to fulfill part of my minor requirements in that language. Actually, I enjoyed the class itself (it was small and we often convened in a local Mexican restaurant) but those plays were no joke, y’all.
Why did I read this? Just … why? As a thirty-something adult with plenty of other (better) options to read. I don’t even like vampire stories. The power of peer pressure… that’s my best excuse.
This one is on Zuzu’s banned books list – for good reason. THE DOGS!! I can’t handle it. Read this in fifth grade & still traumatized by it.
I know, I know. I can feel some of you already writing me letters of aghastness (new word). But mostly this isn’t about the book itself (although… the mom climbing through the son’s bedroom window is just weird). It’s more about the way I first ‘read’ it: It was sung in church. On FATHER’s Day. Not Mother’s Day, where it would marginally make more sense.
I actually love this book… but… I can’t believe I read it more than once when it’s so terrifying. Around 5th grade I guess, and then again in college, and then again as an adult. I need to ban myself from reading it anymore. With my vivid imagination? No wonder I’ve never had a dollhouse.
I managed to avoid this book until college when I was required to read it for my kiddy-lit class. Clearly, friends or dogs or dogs who are friends DYING in a book kills it for me too. And, once traumatized thusly, I kept reading because it was an assignment and Hermione-me can’t leave homework undone. lol.
And now for something different…
…a book I can’t believe I read AND loved.
I say on my ‘contact me’ page that I won’t read horror… but I couldn’t resist this cover or the topic. Jack the Ripper? Victorian era forensic science? Yes please. And I loved it. I didn’t think the horror was really all that ‘horror’-ble and while definitely gruesome in parts it never felt token or unnecessary. Will I start reading horror books now? No. But will I read Maniscalco’s next books? Most definitely.
So that’s my list. What about you? What’s a book you can’t believe you DID read?